apple butter

It's fall again, and time for talk of apples and orchards (soon it will be pumpkins and graveyards). A small town nearby is having their annual apple butter festival/fundraiser. I'm contributing an apple cake--recipe from my grandma Dorothy.

When you cook rarely enough, it's quite a trip down memory lane. I remember my grandma peeling the apples in one long curly piece while singing "round and round the mulberry bush." I tried to do the same for L, but it came out in 3 or 4 pieces at a time and I forgot all the words except "pop! goes the weasel." We had fun anyway.